I rushed thru school this morning so I could take my Mother to the hospital for a CT scan. After several hours at the hospital I no more than got home when Mark told me we really needed to get our weekly Walmart shopping done this afternoon because he had to be gone tomorrow and that the optometrist had called and Emily's glasses were ready to be picked up so we turned right around and back to town we went (14 miles to Ada). We made several stops and by the time we got the Walmart shopping done, I was starved (flashbacks to Sandy's Costco post). I ate 1/2 pound of honey bbq chicken and almost 1/2 pound of fried okra.
Ok, get out the whip.........
I'm stuffed, my tummy hurts, and I feel guilty as hell.
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DOWN & GIVE ME 20! Just kidding. I'm sure you are harder on yourself than we could ever be. Sounds like a rough day and enough to put anyone over the edge. You'll be back on tomorrow. Remember, one step back two steps forward. You'll still get there! You've done great so far and one day won't undo all you've done.
Oh, fried okra sounds so good.
it was!
The Walmart deli makes the best fried okra in town.
We are getting a Walmart grocery in April. I am so stoked.
No whipping from me. Sounds like you needed some chicken and okra after a day like that. Hey, okra is a vegetable...right?
Kristen, if you are an Okie, okra is more than just a vegtable, it's a mainstay of life!!
Having lived in Texas for a while, I suppose I can't appreciate okra quite as much as y'all, but I do love it! Wish they served it the right way up here! (My dad is from Arkansas and did a lot of the cooking when I was growing up, so I got exposed to some good Southern food.)
Oh man...okra...mmmmmmm.
I love it.
Aola, I will not whip you at all. I agree with Sandra, one bad day does not spoil all the rest and besides, we all need to look at the big picture sometimes. After all, YOUR UNDERWEAR IS GETTING TOO BIG! Your butt isn't gonna pop out all big from some extra chicken one day. Hang in there, girl!
Besides, you're whipping yourself. Stop.
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